[Continued from thread above. Scene cut to a few moments later.]
Ariel didn't know what made her agree to get in the van -- she had even asked him why he felt so trustworthy, but Ariel hadn't paid attention to his answer, she already trusted him. "Your van is scary," she told him, her expression showing no sense of fear. But within seconds, Ariel was already curled up in Hamilton's passenger seat, head resting on the window, and listening to the old man talk of magic and mages.
When the van stopped, they were already outside of city bounds, and Hamilton had finished his story. She could tell he was trying to explain too much at once, but he had done a pretty good job at summary, and even some analysis.
"Does this mean I'm different now? Even more different than I was before?" She didn't mean to imply that he knew about her problems, but something about him made Ariel feel like he already knew a lot about her.